Here are ten truths about me. I felt obligated to do this because I never do these things. This is so that Megan PS will know I love her.

1. Every time I hear the song The Way You Look Tonight, I get misty.

2. I love fresh Sheets that smell like Downy Lavender, cold at first and warm and cozy soon after.

3. The soap in my bathroom has to be in direct relation to the edge and the faucet.

4. I want to be Bree Hodge slash Monica Geller-Bing when I grow up.

5. I judge woman by their legs and hair first.

6. I can only eat one item of food on my plate at a time.

7. I definitely pose in front of the mirror

8.I once peed on the front lawn of my ex boyfriend

9. Every time I wish for something its either to lose weight or lose weight.

10. I am currently missing 1/4" of Eye lashes on my right lid.

The H word

This is Halloween, This is Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, HALLOWEEN! In this town we call home...everyone hails to the pumpkin song!
Halloween rocks my world.....one of my very favorites! nothing brings me more happiness that watching Satan carry Cinderella from house to house. Let me break down why I have a serious love for Halloween:
Candy. Candy and I go way back...we are blood brothers.
decorations, I love things fancy.
Parties....I have this serious desire to be a hostess, all the time.
I love dressing up. Especially when it involves fake eyelashes
Dancing the thriller dance...some of my best memories are crowned with this dance
Sugar coma: you never sleep as good as you do when you crash from a sugar coma
All Hallows Eve: you get to be evil and its cool.

Also totally unrelated I love the show Reba. Its so funny.
The End

What is love? Baby don't hurt me....don't hurt me no more...

Oh Night at the Roxburry how I hate that you have seared my instant reaction to this song as a head bobble and a cheesy grin.

I have the answer.....to their question. What is love?
Love is tender....love is blind....Blah blah blah... BULL. SHI*.
There has never been a bigger load of crap ever. You want to know what love is? I will tell you. This is love.....



Love is enduring Halo 3. Love is enduring Tiny House. Love is not minding when you get snot on your face from someone elses nose after a kiss. Yes I said that and yes I mean it...even though rereading it now, it sounds so disgusting.
I love my husband so much and therefore according to Newtons third law...to every action there is an equal and opposite re-action, I also might want to slam his head against the wall, and then put on my biggest ring and punch him in his man business....and when he is writhing in pain on the floor screaming why? WHY? I will say....You KNOW why! Ha ha just kidding...I love that movie though! Props if you know what it is.
What I mean is I love slash hate my husband so much. He is wonderful and the most irritating person on the earth. Even more than the annoying crow outside my window that thinks 6 a.m. is a great time for an hour long monologue. But the reason why I wish he would fall down sometimes is because I love him so much. If i didn't love him then it would not bother me when he and I disagree. Thats the problem I always say when we are fighting...if I didnt love you this wouldn't be a problem..but I do. Newton must have figured out his three laws of motion by living with a woman....only way it makes sense.
We love eachother....right now if you walked in you would think we are so weird...I am in bed (my favorite place to be) on my lappy, and he is playing...well, guess....I dare you to get it wrong! At this precise moment I feel the need to smother him in kisses and loves Slash grab the XBOX and ram it over his head until he or it breaks. Its a complicated feeling. The good thing is this.....
Both of us knowing.....Love is a Battlefield!
Moral of the story is this...I love him and he loves me. We fit. I am happy to just feel his arms hold me tight and smell his musky skin. He is all I need. So whilest I plan my next crusty to shoot his way for playing the game I wish were never invented behind it, deep deep down in the very corner of my small cold heart it will be sent with love. Love is all you need.

Save me from myself!

I am my own worst enemy. I need to be doing homework right now....I am not. I am blogging slash blog stalking. I also have been making my way through Ben and Jerry's Cinnamon Bun Ice cream....I am on the verge of having more loving feelings for this ice cream than my bed. This is no small feat because I really seriously love my bed. It is so choice.
I also decided I needed to work out really early in the morning...every morning. They are classes so I have to go to get the credit...well the problem is I am procrastinator queen right now and all I want to do is stay up late and watch TV with husb and not do my homework.
I suck at making my life easier. I need to get the ball rolling. However here I sit...still not doing what I need to.

I will say though, I am so happy to be sitting in a lovey home with my best friend, and eating super delicious food. I am so happy to have homework to do because that means I can afford (or afford debt) to go to school and work towards making our quality of life the best it can be.

Life is awesome when it sucks!

Schedule

Back in the saddle again....school starts and I find myself with that familiar sense of Anxiety slash panic. I am always on the run and always paying catch up it seems. Its great though, I love being busy. It makes me feel like I am accomplishing things. Even if they are as little as updating my blog. Big news in the past three weeks:
Broseph came home. He lives with me. He is a dram. Ty is occupied and I am lightened in my dish duties!

We got Ipod Touches from John and Arlette for Early Christmas Presents. WAHOO!
Our bosses ROCK!
I finally ate at Sammy's my husbands favorite digs right now.
I felt like I was working hard at losing weight and gained 2 pounds.
Ty almost has a job.
I felt a muscle in my body I had no idea Existed.
I watched my 8 year old sister sing a beautiful Solo in church.
I updated my blog.
That is how cool my life is right now.
Boom Roasted.

dumb,,,....dumber....dumbest

I might be stupid.....might. I am definitely in 3 workout classes this semester. Why? Because I became a heifer in Europe...and because I have too many credits and need a full load for a pell grant. As I sit here sipping my protein shake that tastes like chocolate cardboard, I feel like skinny peoples lives must suck. They never eat good food, they never lay around and watch TV, they never get the thrill of feeling their whole body jiggle as they run for the Ice cream truck. I mean what kind of a life is that? Really. how do yo appreciate the little joys in life if the big ones are non existent to begin with. Interesting. Maybe us fatty's have more taste buds than skinny ho's. It could be...it would explain the desire to have lovely things to snack on while sitting around watching really skinny people on TV...that's how us oinkers feel good about ourselves...we watch skinny people and laugh at them for being so pretty and skinny. Suckers.



Also here is something else, I really do not understand Food for thought. When people say that you know what I think? nothing. I think nothing. I just see a slide show of scrumptiosness and my mouth starts to water. Stop saying that. It makes me hungry and stupid.

another point of interest, Broseph comes home from his mission tomorrow. I am excited. 2 years in Italy does a body good. I hope he brings me Ring O's...a delicious cookie that is sort of like and oreo/shortbread exoerience however unlike real oreo's they are made with real chocolate and have a creamy smooth chocolate center....there I go again...heart racing...hands twitching...mouth watering...body preparing for sweet things. Delish. Anyway if he doesn't bring me home some cookies... I don't know if I will be as excited to see him. Sad...shallow? yes... but like I said Food is my ONLY thought.



Can I just say something else...remember the post I wrote about the sweet treats I planned to eat while I was studying abroad? well when I was trying to get the Image of the bakery from Google. I typed in European Sweets....bad idea...guess what I got an Eye full of? Nasty European people doing NOT so sweet things to each other. Including dude on dude and the female version of that scenario. Priceless. I thought...in all my years I never thought I could have a food gasm ruined...too late. That killed it. Good thing Husband didn't walk in and say what are you looking at...that could have been awkward. So next time you want to look at photos of something good to eat...be SPECIFIC in your Google search. If you don't..you will not be happy with what you find. Doo dee doo dee doo dee doo dee....

Bon Appetit!



P.S. Yes these are all photos of me eating...surprised? You shouldn't be.

Queen

In the dark of the night people will find her....ooooo aaaaaaa oooooo.

I am bossy. I like it. In the words of Ricky Ricardo,"Let me asplain." I am definitely a Type A personality. I boss.....naturally. I am quick on my feet, and a problem solver to boot. Therefore, people either hate me or love me. In the words of Lady Sovereign, If you love me thank you, if you hate me (potty word) you. Just kiddin guys. I feel bad sometimes because I know I have it in me to be a real Stinker wiener as my baby sis would say. I have let mean Megan out every now and then and while she is here she is fun and powerful but when shoulder angel says stop you are a crazy freak...you just threw a fork into the wall....I digress. I am trying to learn to keep mean Megan at bay. Its hard. Once I didn't say something I wanted to say really bad, and I felt good after.......like a year after. Pssh.

But I do enjoy a constructive environment to use my bossy skills for good not evil. Like being in charge of stuff. Then I get to be called the bossy head. I love Bossy head, but I love baseball more. Name that movie. Anyway, the point is if I have ever bossed you around...sorry I was intoxicated by power, just like Rasputin.



In the dark of the night .......